When I was a young boy, my Mom taught me how to ride a bike. At first I was terrified … "Don't let go".
She held the back of my seat and walked along beside me. Then, as time went on, she started letting go. Right before I would fall, she'd grab the bike to steady me.
Then one day, she just let me fall.
Here's Why ...
Norm
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